Rumi

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• If you have lost heart
  
  in the Path of Love
  
  Flee to me without delay ;
  
  I am a fortress invincible.
  
  (D 17925)

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Kaq e thjeshte, kaq e shtrenjte! :^Kristal

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Come into the infinite garden of the heart and behold its many sweet fruits!
See its dancing green boughs , behold the gentleness of thornless roses!
How long will you look at the form of the world's body ?
Return, and behold its inward mysteries!
(D 11648-50)



In the verdant garden of Love , which has no end,
there are many fruits besides heartache and joy.
Loverhood is beyond these two states.
It is green and fresh without autumn and spring.
(M I 1793-94)

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• 
  HOW SHOULD THE SOUL not take wings
  when from the Glory of God
  It hears a sweet, kindly call:
  "Why are you here, soul? Arise!"
  How should a fish not leap fast
  into the sea form dry land
  When from the ocean so cool
  the sound of the waves reaches its
  How should the falcon not fly
  back to his king from the hunt
  When from the falconer's drum
  it hears to call: "Oh, come back"?
  Why should not every Sufi
  begin to dance atom-like
  Around the Sun of duration
  that saves from impermanence?
  What graciousness and what beauty?
  What life-bestowing! What grace!
  If anyone does without that, woe-
  what err, what suffering!
  Oh fly , of fly, O my soul-bird,
  fly to your primordial home!
  You have escaped from the cage now-
  your wings are spread in the air.
  Oh travel from brackish water
  now to the fountain of life!
  Return from the place of the sandals
  now to the high seat of souls!
  Go on! Go on! we are going,
  and we are coming, O soul,
  From this world of separation
  to union, a world beyond worlds!
  How long shall we here in the dust-world
  like children fill our skirts
  With earth and with stones without value,
  with broken shards without worth?
  Let's take our hand from the dust grove,
  let's fly to the heavens' high,
  Let's fly from our childish behaviour
  and join the banquet of men!
  Call out, O soul, to proclaim now
  that you are rules and king!
  You have the grace of the answer,
  you know the question as well!
  

- Përkthyer nga : Prof.Dr. Annemarie Schimmel
'Look! This is Love'

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Rumi


Without doubt congeneity derives from meaning,
not from water and clay.
Beware! Do not become a form-worshiper!Seek
not the secret of congeneity in form.
Form is like an inanimate object , a stone;
inanimate things know nothing of congeneity.
Consider the spirit an ant and the body a grain
of wheat: Each instant the ant drags the grain back and forth.
It well knows that those borrowed grains will be transformed and become
the same kind as itself.
One ant has found a barley-corn in the road,
and another seizes a grain of wheat and runs.
Barley does not charge toward wheat, but ant
comes toward ant , yes indeed.
The fact that the wheat goes toward the barely
is secondary: Look at the ant,returning to its own kind.
Don not ask , " Why has the wheat gone
to the bearely?" Fix your eaye on the antagonist,not on his hostage.
A black ant on a black felt cloth is hidden but
the grain is before you on the way.
The intellect tells the eye, "Look well!How can
a grain move without a carrier?"...
Discern the difference between ugly and
beautiful with the intellect , not with the eye which speaks
about "balck" and "white"...
The bird's bane is the eye that sees its desire;
the bird's deliverance is the intellect that sees the snare.
But there are other snares not perceived by the
intellect. Hence Revelation , which sees the Unseen, sped to this side.
One kind may be discerned form another
through the intelelct : It is not proper to hurry to the forms.

(M VI 2952-62, 67, 69-71)

*Përkthyer nga : Profesor Reynold A. Nicholson

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The Kaaba for the spirits
    and Gabriel: the Sidra-tree,
The qibla of the gluton,
    that is the table-cloth.
The qibla for the gnostic:
    the light of union with God,
The qibla for the reason,
    philosophizing: vain thougt!
The qibla of the ascetic:
    the beneficient God,
The qibla of the greedy:
    a purse that's filled with gold.
The qibla of those who look at 
    true meaning , is patience fine,
The qibla of those esoterics
    is He, the Lord of Grace,
The qibla of these exoterists
    is but a woman's face ...

Mathnawi-yi ma'nawi , ed. Nicholson

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• Every sensual desire in the world , whether
  property,position, or bread,
  Can make you drunk.Then when you do not
  find it , you become winesick.
  This winesickness-which is heartache-is proof
  that you were drunk with your desire.
  ( M III 2257-59)
  
  
  
  O Thou who cut off my sleep, went into a
  corner, and sat down!
  Thou entered my heart like a moon-but when
  the heart looked at Thee, Thou wert gone.
  Since Thou displayed the garden of
  Nonexistence, how should we have patience with existence ?
  When a spirit has found union and intoxication,
  what will be its state in seperation's winesickness?
  How could that house reamin standing whose
  pillar Thou hast broken down through seperation?
  Oh drunken brain , you thought you had escaped
  form the suffering of winesickness!
  But in Love , there are union and seperation-on
  the road, there are ups and downs.
  Though you know God in one respct , in ten
  respects you worship water and clay!
  You still must travel a long journey before you
  reach the place you seek in your madness.
  ( D 2742)

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Jalal al-Din Rumi

• 
  Let me free so that like the Sun
  I shall wear a robe of fire,
  And within that fire like a Sun to adorn the world !

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Jalâl al-Din Rumi

• Man is taken to each thing by his image of that thing.
  His image of a garden takes him to a garden,his image of a shop to a shop.
  But deception is hidden in imagination.
  Do you not see that you go to a certain place and then regret it ?
  You say, " I imagined it would be good , but it was not."
  So these images are like tents within which someone is hidden.
  When the images are finally removed and the realities appear wihtout the tent of imagination , that will be the RESURRECTION.
  When this takes place , there will be no more regret.
  Whatever reality has attracted you will be nothing else -that very reality will have attracted you.
  (F 7/19)
  
  
  The only profit of speech is that it may cause you to seek and incite your desire.
  The goal is not realized through speech itself.
  If this were not so , there would be no need for all this spiritual warfare and self-annihilation.
  Speech is as if you see something form afar and then you run after it in order to see it.
  You do not see it from that movement at a distance.
  (F 193-194/202)
  
  
  Concise and profitable speech is like a lit lamp that kisses an ulit lamp and departs.
  That is enough for it, for it has attained its goal.
  After all , a profet is not that outward form.
  His form is his steed.
  A profet is Love and Affection , and that subsists forever.
  (F 226-227/234)
  
  
  These words are for the person who needs words in order to comprehend.
  There is no need for words with the one who can comprehend without words.
  After all, the heavens and the earths are a discourse for the one who comprehends it , born as they are form the utterance " Be and it is . "
  What need han a man who can hear a soft voice for shouting and yelling ?
  (F 22/33)

Fihe mâ fih

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Jalâl al-Din Rumi

• Between the human being and God are just two
  veils—health and wealth—all other veils come
  from these. Those who are healthy do not look
  for God and do not see Him, but as soon as pain
  afflicts them they cry out, “O God! O God!” calling
  out and surrendering to God. Therefore,
  health is their veil and God is hidden in their pain.
  As long as people have wealth, they gratify
  their desires, and are preoccupied night and day
  with pleasures. The moment poverty appears,
  their spirits are weakened and they turn to God.
  
  Drunkenness and poverty brought You to me,
  I am the slave of Your drunkenness and need!
  
  God granted to Pharaoh four hundred years of
  life, kingship and enjoyment. All that was a veil,
  which kept him far from the presence of God. He
  did not even experience a single day of disagreeableness
  and pain, so that he would completely
  forget God. God said, “Go on being preoccupied
  with your own desire, and do not even think of
  me. Good night!”
  
  King Solomon grew weary of his reign,
  But Job was never sated of his pain.

Fihe mâ fih

Përkthyer nga : A.J. Arberry

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Enthralled Only by Love
whenever you meet
someone deep drunk
yet full of wisdom
be aware and watch
this person is enthralled
only by love

anytime you see
someone who seems gone
tipsy and happy
filled with rapture
be sure and observe
this is the condition
of someone in love

if you see a head
happy and thrilled
filled with joy
every night and day
this head was fondled
by the fingers of love

every moment
someone is blessed
a tree sprouts
an angel flies
even a monster
leaps with delight

when your body
feels together
when your soul
wants to unite
you are chosen
for a blissful love


Rumi - Ghazal 2132 -
Përkthyer nga : Nader Khalili
"Rumi, Fountain of Fire"